Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Kayla stops the engine when they get to the front of the mansion. She notifies Melanie that she will be coming in, next time.

“Are you sure you will be visiting me here?” Melanie arch her brows, she knew her friend like the back of her palm. Kayla is invariably busy that she wonders if she can spare time to visit her.

“Have I ever made an erroneous promise to you in the past?” Kayla ask with her mouth flung open.

“Nah,” Melanie giggles, hitching the back of her neck. “I’m just asking to be sure, you know, you are a cop and you are always busy.” she laughs at herself.

“Nonsense! I’m never busy when it comes to you. I’m sure you know that.” Kayla glares hard at her.

“Hey, don’t give me that face. I’m just stating what I know.” Melanie laugh widely making Kayla wiggle her mouth at her.

“You are stating rubbish.” They both laugh.

“Drive safely,” Melanie says, stepping down from the car.

“My regards to your crush.” Kayla winks and Melanie hide her face away from her.

She waves at Kayla, then clutches tight at her purse and watches as Kayla reverses the car and drives off.

She smiles brightly and turns around to get inside the house. She enters the password and unlocks the gate. She walks in and the gate close behind her.

“Oh, he’s at home already.” She glares at his car in the garage before stepping inside the house.

She is still mad at him for not talking to her earlier and she is not going to forget how he left without telling her ‘goodbye’

“Hey, don’t slice the meat.” Mr Gordon yells at Archie, rushing from the counter to where Archie stood on the other side, stopping him before he slices the meat into tiny pieces.

“Ahh,” Archie laughs when his father hijacks the blade from him. “I just want to slice it the way you do it earlier. Why can’t I?” Archie faked a groan.

“You’re doing it the wrong way.” Mr Gordon laughs, and he pushes the rice for him to wash. “Just wash that and bring it to me.” He taps his head and walks away from him.

Melanie watches their chat from the living room, she smiles and tries to move her feet to waddle to the kitchen but ceases on her track.

“Give them their privacy.” she chants and strides up the stairs, heading to her room.

“Home sweet home!” she smiles, twist the doorknob and enters her room.

“Oh! How much I have missed the scent of my room.” she moans loudly as she inhales the scent of her room.

She walks up to the dressing table and drops her purse on it, she picks up a band and packs her hair up in a tight ponytail. She then undoes the hook of her top and peels off her dress. She drops the dress inside the bin and picks out a folded towel from the closet and wraps her body in it.

Melanie strides to the bathroom and has a quick wash. She whistles as she scrubs her body under the shower.

She steps out of the shower minutes later, turns off the shower, wraps the towel around her body and strides out of the bathroom. She closes the door behind her and walks up to the closet.

“Need to check the time.” She mumbles as she stretches out her hand to take her phone from her purse.

She sighs deeply when she realises she hasn’t turned the phone back on. She did turn it off when she was having a conversation with the industry secretary.

She turns it on and she seems a bit surprised to see that she has an unread message from Andy. Just when she is about to reply to his message, his call enters and she let out a shy smile.

“Hi,” she speaks first.

Andy didn’t speak instantly which make Melanie wonder if he call her by blunder.

“Hey, Andy Reid!” she calls out to him.

“Hey, I’m mad at you.” she hears the broken voice of Andy and she wonders what she did to hurt the feelings of her dear friend.

“What’s up? What did I do wrong?” she questions him as she has no idea of what he is spewing.

“Why did you ditch me during lunch?” He cries out.

Melanie gasps loudly, she moves her hand to her face and presses it gently against her soft lips. She whines humbly as she suddenly remembers that she was supposed to have lunch with him.

“I’m sorry, Andy, I swear I didn’t mean to ditch you,” Melanie confesses.

She hitches her head as she doesn’t know how to present what happened to him.

“Something came up and I left to have lunch somewhere else.” she let out truthfully, only excluding Mr Gordon from the story.

Andy sighs audibly. “It’s fine, make sure you find time to have lunch with me tomorrow,” he says and he nods her head.

“Of cause, we will be having lunch together, tomorrow unfailingly.” She smiles and she hears his soft chuckle.

“So, tell me about your day. What was it like working as the organization’s Director?” Andy asks and Melanie whines in squander.

“It was awesome! But I wouldn’t lie, it was one heck of a task.” She groans and he let out a friendly giggle.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Hey, don’t laugh.” Melanie snap at him.

Andy clears his throat twice. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Aside from the respect and cash that follows, there’s nothing great in it. Sorry for saying that.” He chuckles. Melanie hears his faint cough and she entreats he keeps on choking on his froth.

“Keep on choking.” She says to him, not bothering to pity him.

Andy stops coughing. “You are such a crooked friend.” He laughs.

His laugh sounds like a joke to her ears, Melanie let out a smile almost choking on her spittle.

“Whatever!” She grins loudly.

She walks up to the wardrobe and brings out a knee-length turtle neck gown and throws it on the bed. She presses her neck on the phone they she places on her shoulder as she continues her conversation with Andy.

She grins once in a while when Andy says something funny, and pouts her mouth when he teases her.

“Hey, I need to get dressed, okay?! Will chat ya later.” She smiles and hangs up the call.

“Pheww!” she exclaims and tosses her phone on the table. She loses the towel and lets it slide down from her body, and it falls freely to her knees.

She picks up her body lotion and applies it to her body, massaging her skin with her fingers.

She put on her undies and walk up to the bed to clad in the dress she has selected to wear from the wardrobe. She zips down the zipper and clad in the milk gown.

She walks back to the dresser and looks at her reflection in the mirror.

“Gross! Is this how I’m going to look this evening?!” She let out a gasp and quickly sit down on the chair to wear light makeup.

She applies a little powder and wears her mascara before rubbing red lipstick on her kissable lips.

She almost forgot about her hair she packed it up in a ponytail. ‘What if I appear in a ponytail and he hates me for that?’ her heart beat louder at the mere thought of him hating her.

She quickly removes the band that is holding her hair and lets her hair fall on her back. She grabs the hairbrush and brushes her hair before applying hair lotion.

“Too much effort to go downstairs.” she rolls her eyes as she let out.

She parts her hair in the middle and wears a sweet fragrance. She picks up her phone to check up on Kayla.

She dials her lip and Kayla picks up at the first ring.

“She who is calling.” Kayla laughs, her voice sounds so loud that one could mistake that she is speaking somewhere inside the room.

“Stop ranting,” Melanie laughed. “Have you gotten home?” Melanie asks, touching the necklace that rests firmly on her neck.

“Home?!” Kayla’s laughter blasted from the other side. “You won’t believe that I got called from the chief. Now, I’m heading somewhere to settle a dispute.” She chuckles and Melanie wonders how she usually found her work funny.

“Okay, drive safely. I will call you later.” Melanie smiles.

“Yeah, take care sweetie,” Kayla says and the call gets cut.

“Such a character.” Melanie smiles, stands up from the chair, drops her phone on the table and walks out of the room.

Getting downstairs, she heads straight to the dining room and settles down on the empty seat between Archie and Mr Gordon.

She chuckles, it feels as though the chair was intentionally left for her.

“Hi, good evening.” she greets them warmly and she gets stunned when she earned no reply from both of them.

“I’m greeting,” she says with a raise of her voice.

None of the guys replies and she wonders what they are up to. “Thanks for the…”

“Dad, please pass me the water.” Archie cut Melanie off.

Mr Gordon smiles and passes the water to his son. “Eat well my son.” He grins and Melanie moves her gaze from him to Archie.

“What is going on?” She cries out, hitting her spoon on the table.